I like cake!
But don’t tell Mommy and Daddy, or I’m afraid they won’t let me have it very much. Cake is sweet. I like sweet! They said I was “wired” from eating my cake, but I don’t know what that means. Mommy made me a fudge cake with buttercream frosting for my birthday party yesterday. There were lots of people here, and they sang a song at me but it wasn’t one of my regular songs. I don’t know why they did that. But I got cake. And Wacky Willy. And a bunch of other stuff Mommy and Daddy still have to help me open. I think birthdays are good. Mommy and Daddy said we’re going to get my picture taken today. But Mommy takes my picture all the time without going anywhere. I don’t know what they’re talking about. But I’m supposed to be napping now.